Thursday, November 19, 2009


I haven't read
any of the poems
for days
try to wean
try to disentangle
try not to think
so much
my brain
my stupid brain
has no controls
churns out
streams of scenarios
even in sleep
walls are breached
dreams of hands
a white robed body
and ten moons rising
just forget about it
just forget about it
he said on leaving
I begin to try

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